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We fight like we were scheduled Almost like it was premeditated Opinionated like leaders of our debate teams but not liberated We continue long after it ends hence we aren't celebrated Our happiness is however taxed Maybe our feelings have changed Though it's been a minute since we've combined You'll notice "fight days" on our calendar have been marked We are exhausted but we remain gloved The referee is begging for us to be stopped We used to let our souls be loved Nowadays we are engaging into combat for a cause that passed Passed, that's past tence, so it should have passed Or maybe like 9/11 it was staged Either way our feelings for each other remain caged We don't recall love in our vocab, it has been erased Our egos need to be managed "To be loved", that's all she ever wanted She never really asked me what I needed "I love you" plays like a looped tune in our hearts forever repeated We mute our verbal abilities once the battle has been adjourned Though our shields remain on standby until we are engaged I will love her for life perhaps I should be sentenced She doesn't know it but the door was always opened What are we fighting for? It remains to be explained What role does it play? It remains to be described What is love? That remains to be clearly defined Yet my heart still finds itself in this corner confined